Chapter 42
SEBASTIAN
She should have awakened in my arms.
I shouldn’t have left her to wake up alone in my bed.
Not after I’d spent the entire night watching her sleep.
I’d been a coward.
I didn’t want to face her.
I still didn’t.
Because nothing had changed, and yet everything had.
My plans remained the same. Only my motivations had altered.
Before, it was all about saving the House of Diamanti and destroying the threat from the judge, regardless of who I hurt in the process.
Now, I didn’t just want to save my family’s dynasty.
I wanted her.
It had been my intention to let Sabrina go on living her life after our marriage with the understanding that she would need to occasionally appear on my arm to help keep her father in line.
That would no longer be enough for me.
I wanted her by my side, in my bed, and bearing my children.
It was that simple.
She would resist, of course. That was to be expected.
Not that it would do any good.
She was mine now.
I stared out my office window at the red-and-white striped awning below, knowing she was inside the café. Alone but guarded.
I’d already used my connections to put a hold on her passport. If she tried to sneak away and board a plane to New York, she would be stopped.
She wasn’t leaving Rome.
A soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. “What?” I snapped, without turning.
The door opened hesitantly, and my assistant’s head appeared. “My apologies, Signore Diamanti. There is—”
“I told you I was not to be disturbed!”
“I’m sorry, but it’s—”
“Sebastian,” a familiar voice interrupted, carrying an unmistakable authority.
I turned just as Barone Cavalieri stepped inside, his tailored suit as impeccable as ever, the silver streaks in his dark hair adding to his formidable presence. He ignored my assistant entirely, waving her off with a flick of his hand.
“You’ll see me,” he said, closing the door behind him with deliberate care.
“Barone, my friend,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Still ill-tempered as always, I see,” he remarked.
I gestured toward the armchairs by the conference table, but he shook his head and strode toward my desk instead.
“How have you been? How is your lovely girl, Amara?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“She said yes, finally,” he replied. “Although she’s refusing to be dragged off in front of Father Luca to get it all done and finished. So now I must suffer through the wedding planning.”
I chuckled. Then I hesitated. “And Gabriella?”
His expression faltered. Grief etched itself into the lines of his face, and he exhaled slowly. “She is...she is Gabbie.”
The weight of Alfonso’s death still hung heavily in the air, unspoken but present. Gabriella was the heart and soul of their family. To know how much she hurt from the loss of the man who was more family member than employee deeply wounded us all.
“Please send her my love,” I said quietly.
He nodded, brushing a piece of lint from his cuff as though the motion might distract from his pain. “I will.”
I gestured to the chair again, this time more firmly. “So, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?”
Barone sat down. “This is not a social call, my son. I come with unfortunate news.”
I straightened. “Yes?”
“Antonia,” he began. “She was found dead this morning.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, the curse slipping out before I could stop it.
I rose from my chair and paced toward the window.
Antonia had been a thorn in my side for months—her connection to the judge, her reckless behavior. The only reason her scandals hadn’t erupted into public chaos was the Cavalieri name shielding her because she was Matteo’s wife’s sister.
“She was pregnant."
I turned sharply. “Jesus. I don’t suppose there are any ties back to the judge?”
Barone’s face darkened. “None that can be proved. But I’m here to warn you.”
“Warn me?” I folded my arms, my shoulders tense as I leaned against the desk.
“I know what you’re planning with his unknown daughter. Benedict told me.”
“If you’re here to warn me off, you’re wasting your time,” I said coolly. “I’m not changing my mind about Sabrina.”
“He’ll kill her, Sebastian.”
“I can protect her.”
“Every moment of every day?” he countered, his tone sharp.
“If that’s what it takes.”
Barone rose abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor.
He walked around the desk and stood toe-to-toe with me.
“Sebastian, I’ve always thought of you like a son.
So I’m speaking to you like a father. That man—he has no conscience.
He does not consider her his true flesh and blood.
She is a liability. A threat to his power.
Antonia was not the first time he took extreme measures to kill off a mistress and his unwanted, unborn child. ”
“I’m aware,” I said through gritted teeth, stepping away from him to create space.
“And you’re willing to risk her safety?” he pressed, following me. “There must be another way to protect your family without destroying such an innocent girl.”
I turned on him. “Another way would require me giving her up, which I’m not even willing to consider. I told you. I will protect her.”
Barone studied me for a long moment, his eyes narrowing.
Finally, he nodded. “Benedict wanted me to inform you that your little stunt last night worked. The judge saw Sabrina. He’s not happy. He’s likely to act—and soon. No doubt that’s why he moved to dispose of Antonia as well.”
“Are you blaming me for Antonia’s death, Barone?”
“No,” he replied. “The judge’s actions are his own, but you can’t say your hands are clean in the matter. Antonia had her faults, but she didn’t deserve to be thrown away like garbage.”
“That won’t happen to Sabrina,” I said, my tone hard. “She’ll have the protection of my name.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
Sabrina and I would marry within the next week if I had to drag her before a priest, tied and bound.
“And there’s nothing I can say to change your mind?”
“No.”
Barone sighed, stepping closer. He placed a heavy hand on my shoulder, the weight of it grounding me.
“You’re a stubborn bastard, Sebastian, just like your father.”
Fuck.
“Barone,” I said quietly, “you’ve always been the man I’ve looked up to more than my own father. But I’m not him. I won’t make the same mistakes.”
Barone sighed, his hand slipping away. “No, you’ll make your own mistakes. And I pray to God they don’t cost you the one thing you’ll regret losing.”
I stiffened. “Sabrina isn’t a mistake.”
“No, but how you handle her might be. She’s not something you can control or manipulate like a piece on a chessboard,” Barone said. “If you don’t realize that now, you’ll lose her before you even have her.”
I clenched my fists at my sides. “I know who she is, Barone. I know her better than anyone.”
He spun back to face me, his movements sharp. “Do you? Do you really? Because all I see is a man so consumed by his plans, his need to win, that he doesn’t realize what he’s gambling with.”
I braced my hands against the desk, leaning forward slightly, the tension coiling in my shoulders.
“You think I don’t know what I’m doing? You think I haven’t considered the risks?
I’ve sacrificed everything to protect my family, to keep this dynasty alive.
Do you really believe I’d throw Sabrina into this without understanding the stakes? ”
Barone shook his head, his expression resembled pity. “Understanding the stakes isn’t the same as respecting them. She’s not like us, Sebastian. She’s not built for this world. She doesn’t play by its rules.”
“That’s why I have to protect her,” I snapped. “Do you think I’m blind to what’s coming? The judge will come for her, but he’ll have to go through me first.”
“And when he does?” Barone shot back without raising his voice. “When he comes at her with everything he has, do you think your name alone will shield her? Do you think she’ll thank you for dragging her into a war she didn’t ask for?”
“I’ll make her understand,” I said through gritted teeth, though the words sounded hollow even to me.
Barone let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You don’t make someone understand love, Sebastian. You earn it. And right now, all you’re doing is building walls between you and her.”
I turned toward the window, staring at the café below.
Sabrina still sat there, unaware of the storm brewing in my office, unaware of the decisions being made about her life.
“She stays with me,” I said. “No one takes her away, not the judge, not you. She’s mine to protect, and I won’t let her go.”
Barone exhaled slowly. “You’re so much like your father, Sebastian. That same unyielding pride. That same refusal to listen. I thought you’d be different.”
I turned back to him sharply. “I’m nothing like him.”
“No?” He arched a brow. “Then prove it. Show her she’s more than just a piece in your game. Because right now, that’s all she’ll see when she looks at you.” When he reached the door, he paused, his hand on the handle. “You have time to fix this. Don’t waste it.”
He left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside.
I returned to the window, and the view it gave me of the café.
Barone’s words echoed in my mind, his warning impossible to ignore.
He was wrong.
He had to be.